This thread is dedicated to the ongoing tale of Chronica, the first chapter of which was created by Tommy1The1Cat (http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=319089&page=1) Chapters can be of any length, and can either continue previous chapters or relay new ones of your own adventures. My 2 cents as no one more important than the thread creator is that we should continue the trippy fantasy setting as much as possible, but of course everyone has creative freedom. Tommy, if you have any other ideas to give or want to copywrite your work and end this thread, please do so.
The Tales of Charles In Chronica Vol . 1 It was In the Deep lands of frozen Canada That this story of joy and friendship began! By a Cold winter night in a small town, me and my friend where supposed to go smoke a BIG FAT J but he turned down my request,Sadly, Because he is a fucking nerd who rather raid some pirate shit in wow then smoke with me. So Angry and alone I moved on. I then Decide that I would smoke the joint Alone. Well...not to say the least I got FUCKING high! but....The weird part is yet to come. As I puted down the lighter I saw brigh colors Blue,green ,purple and other that I dint know about, Then I heard a voice that sounded like a milion thunderstorm yet it was melow as honey. The voice Playfully sang this lil song for me ; ­­­ yo,yo I am the rain monster Aint no fag who like ganster I livin my own blazin way Cos I love my big fat J So welcome to this land My whoes givee good head My green is pure and brand And my bro aint go the bed Yo yo you Y' Unicorn! Pimpin in Chronica Smokin Mother good fucking Herb So Be proud of your stonerness and Represent Chronica! The pigs tho...... As he was saying these words I felt a warm feeling climbing up in me and heating up all my ..mebers..it was awesome. I realzied I was Geting Transported to somewhere else..a wonderful place!! Chronica.. I guessed. When we Arrived, I could see Green field going on forever and ever, I saw Raimbows with Shiny pot of gold at each end but it was guarded by a redhaired leperkon. The Clouds had all kind of different shape ..like snake..and and..coton! Even the sun was blazing and colorful! So my new friend The rain monster, Asked me if I wanted to pick up some munchies at his cave down at the end the round by the corner ,close to the edge ..down by the river. So Obviously I was hunry and to be honest quite curious about this wonderfull place. So we went on our way down there, and god was i surprise. His ''cave'' was dug out in a giant peice of Magical Hashish! Coal as amber stinky as cheese it standed there in all its awesomeness. He offered me the best munchies I ever hated! It was Chips made out of potatoes that grew on the back of a giant topped with cheese made from the monster own..''personal'' milk and it was spiced up with some grinded pot leaf. It was wonderfull!! The rest of the day he showed me round the lands and soon I knew Evrything About Chronica and its Sea of Sugar enriched cola and forest of good ganja! Sadly when the night comes The evil pigs of The black lands come disturb the peace and quietness of the chronica people. So I had to leave, he escorted me back to my house. The next morning I woke up clueless of what happend but in my last night crazyness I wrote all about my tail in a lil black book that I now treasure cuz it has the picture of the rain monster on top of it. Here a picture I drew of the monster to support the story...this paining represent the moment he asked me for munchies. So was my shit laced or something??? Kiddin
Hahahaha this is hilarious! Ya anyone can of coarse add to the Tales of Chronica! Im not the only one that goes there!
The Tales of Dylan in Chronica vol. 1, chapter 1 - - "The Grass is Always Greener..." The story of Dylan's entry into the land of Chronica began in a most unlikely place. For years he had written off the woods of central Illinois as uninteresting and ecologically bankrupt. Mystery and adventure, however, lie where you least expect them... unlike the powerful doorways between our world and Chronica... Following to the best of his ability the advice laid down by rangerdanger, Dylan had begun cultivating a garden of sweet herb deep in the forest. It was late May and a drought had made visits to his crop a frequent activity. With a pair of buckets to bring water to his plants and a backpack full of precious nutrients he set off on his hike. Everywhere the trees were wilting and foliage was falling to the forest floor. The heat was unbearable yet after 45 minutes of walking he reached the stream. Barely more than a trickle now, its slow flow gave Dylan time to light the bowl he'd brought along while the buckets filled. Not long after setting out to finish the walk, he noticed that the plants around him appeared healthier. Hoping this meant moister soil around his garden, he quickened his step. When it came into view he was amazed at how bushy and green his plants were! He hadn't expected his buds to fill out for a few more weeks yet there they were, dripping with resin and sparkling in the sunlight! Wait, he thought. I only had 3 plants, there must be hundreds here! Thinking that he had somehow found someone else's patch by getting lost due to his profound stonedness, he cautiously went into the dense cannabis field. He knew from High Times that large scale growers often camped with their gardens, set booby traps, and were armed. The ground suddenly shook! Dylan dove to the ground and did his best impersonation of "camouflaged". (which seemed like a reasonable idea at the time) "What, are you having a siezure down there?" came a deep, booming voice from above. "God?" said Dylan as he looked up from his nonsense crawling and posing. In his fearful state of mind, the creature he saw looking down on him from among the trees appeared to be the Hulk in all his terrifying glory. Before he could even scream, however, Dylan realized that peas, not comic book killing machines, should have been his first thought. It could only be the Jolly Green Giant looking at him with an amused grin. "So this is what a combination of dank and heat stroke is like," Dylan mused. "People are gonna want to know about this." "No, no, no," said the Giant, "you're fine. But I guess you've never been to Chronica." "Uh, no. I was just going to water my patch." "Well, you're in mine now. I don't know if you'll be able to find yours or even get back to your world at all. Don't worry, all the bud in this field will only be a few baggies for a 50ft giant like me, but any amount you could smoke wouldn't make a difference. Help yourself!" "Thanks," Dylan replied. "If it takes so much to get you stoned, shouldn't you have a lot more fields?" "I do, or, rather, I did. The droubt isn't just affecting your world. Everything in Chronica in the direction you came from is turning to desert, including my other fields. Even the gnomes are worried, and they can grow weed with a snap of their fingers." "Do you have a magic way to grow herb, Giant?" "Erm, yes, but uh... it's private..." said the Giant, blushing. "But anyway, when it first started people figured the evil pigs of the black lands were to blame, but even they aren't that powerful." Dylan, feeling uncharacteristically motivated for being so baked, thought he could help. "With a little fuel from your stash I might be able to help!" "Great! I'll harvest this field today and tomorrow we'll have enough supplies to journey into the Great Sober Desert. We must be careful to remain stoned until we reach our objective, however. Without the magic of THC to guide us we'll become hopelessly lost." "But won't we forget where we're going and where we've come from if we're stoned? It's easier to get lost when you're baked!" "True," said the Giant, "but I know something that might solve that problem. The Medallion of Stoner Recollection!" ---- to be continued in (the hopefully more exciting) chapters 2 & 3.
i got an ending, but i dont want to post it, until the rest of the story is complete so dibs on the ending
For mine? I've already got the story in mind, but by all means take it from here with an alternate ending. It could be a few days til I get around to finishing it. What the hell am I talking about. I'm bored. I might do it in the next 5 minutes. But still go ahead with your version.
Hahaha great story Red! Cant wait to read more! I will post another adventure when I get around to it! Soon tho! Very soon!
Alright I feel important now! I still cant believe I wrote all that on the spot. thered 's story was awesome to.
I knew I was high when the sky was just a giant rainbow. The colors blazed and twinkled as if alive; the green was particularly bright. If colors had emotions--and they do, I tell you--green was one jolly mother fucker. As I continued to smoke the Level 26 Jay of Might and Disorientation, I saw that I was on the verge of a revolution in consciousness. Where once there was nothing but the synthetic grass known as concrete and the cold steel structures that reached for the sky like a drunk sun worshipper, there arose hills decorated with the dankest of bud, and hippopotamuses rode unicorns through the whimsical mystery land. I plucked some bud off the ground and found to my astonishment that it was ready to smoke. But I had no papers! Just then a gingebread man came prancing along and said, "Teehee I am the one who is made of ginger and I have for you the papers of ginger!" He proceeded to roll the most professional J I've ever seen. When he was done, I heard the dingbingding that is indicative of a level-up, and to my astonishment the ginger bread man became twice as large and a +1 hovered above his head. All I could say was, "Trippy." Then I grinned malevolently and stared into his ginger eyes. He said, "Oh, I do not like the look upon your visage, no siree bob." Then I ate him because I was hungry as hell. The end.
Chronica Chapter 1, the gateway Mikes edition Bob's parents we gonna be out of the weekend, and bob was planign for a party for Saturday night. He had the liquer and food and music, but no weed. "Oh, Shit! i forgot to pick up!" He srambled to collect as much money as possible, he rumaged through his drawrs, smashed his piggy bank and look through the couch. after three hours of searching he had collected $13.67. he expressed his frustrations aloud "this isnt enough, this weekend is gonna suck". as he turned to get his cell phone he saw an envelop on the kitchen table addressed to him. inside the mysterious envelope was $300. he wondered if this was a miracle from the pot gods, there was a note in the envelope, it read "honey, this money is for food if you need it. be good and stay safe. love Mommy" after recieveing this generous bounty from his mommy he turned for his phone a hit up his dealer, ice pick, "im looking to pick up" said bob Ice pick replied "i got this new chronic in, its called the gateway or some shit. looks like some really bad ass shit, man" "aight ill take an o" "cool, $300" later that day bob went a picked up the bud. it looked like no other bud bopb had smoked before. it was neon blue with flaming red hairs and purple THC crystals all over, it looked like some really bad ass shit. when e got home Bob called his girlfrined Wendy over. he waited for her before he started smoking, whe she arrived he showed her he bud and she was speechless, after about five minutes she muttered out "it smells like blueberries" they took out bobs bong and packed a bowl. exhaling bob says "it tastelike cotton candy, hat kinda bud id this?" he then passes the bong to wendy she takes a hit and syas "i have no idea, but is some realllllllllllllllly bomb weed" suddenly a voice from behind them said "its called gateway, and its one of many kinds of chronic n chronica." Bob and wendy jumped. they couldnt see the person wo ad just siad this. then suddenly a little bob Marley fairy flew up to bob and asked "are you alright, you dont look to good." Bob was speechless. the the fiary said "i am Dartantion, i come from chronica, a land of chronic." bob finally was able to sputter out, this is wendy and im bob, how the FUCK did you get in my room!" Dartantion flinched when bob cursed " we dont swar in chronica, it is a land of chill and good vibes, we have no need to curse, and i came from the gateway that you guys opened up after smoking, its in your bong." bob looked down and to his surprise in the bong water was a tny island. It was green and lush with white sand beaches. "would you like to go?" dartantion asked the two simultaneously the said "yes" then bob jinx wendy and she owes him a soda. three more chapters and i will post one every day to keep the thread alive for as many eyes as possible, stay tuned
Tales of Chronica: Chapter One- The First Toke Mountain Mikes Edition "sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssrrrrRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" "Jesus Christ! What was that?!", I exclaimed... To my disappointment, there was no one to reply. Alone, in this mystical land, I got through the days with a large sack of ganja and an ever-depleting supply of munchies. An average hiker would skip breakfast to conserve food for the end of the day when the stomach is growling for energy, but not in this area. I forgot how I got here and had no sense of purpose or direction; however, I had a strange feeling this was Chronica. "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!" "God damn! Who are you?!? What do you want from me?!" No Response. What was a vivid voice and creature just seconds ago seems to be a figure of my imagination now. Eager to stumble upon some sort of delicious, magical treat I continued to walk through this crowded forrest. I dig my hand into my satchel and grab the biggest joint i can feel. Ahh, this one happens to be my purple danka danka kush. I crossed paths with a field of this strain just a few days ago. A few days ago.... Wow, how long have I been here? Has this become reality? Ah, who cares, as long as I can find some more munchies, this place is great! "ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!" Even louder this time! I must be getting closer! "sssrrrrrrrrpppMUNCHIES!!!!!!!! ssssssTHISsss WAYpppppppp" Whew! Joint in mouth and lighter in hand, I spark it up and head on towards this mystical wonder. What a day! I see a clearing up ahead, the creature must be there... To be continued...
